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Declan Fry
Declan Fry is a writer, poet, and essayist. Born on Wongatha country in Kalgoorlie, in 2020 he was shortlisted for the Judith Wright Poetry Prize and awarded the 2021 Peter Blazey Fellowship for the Meanjin essay 'Justice for Elijah or a Spiritual Dialogue With Ziggy Ramo, Dancing'. His work has appeared in Australian Book Review, Liminal, The Monthly, The Guardian, Overland, Westerly, and elsewhere.
In Hoodie Economics, Jack Manning Bancroft, the founder of the Australian Indigenous Mentoring Experience (AIME), offers an outline of the organisation’s next chapter. AIME, established in 2005, paired Indigenous secondary school students with university mentors. Since 2015, AIME has begun to transition, in collaboration with PwC’s Indigenous Consulting and alliance partner Salesforce, into a ... (read more)
I have no intention of reviewing this book. What is there to review? The story it tells is one we are told every day. It does not need telling. You know it already – a story that is not a story at all.
So let’s begin somewhere else. Let’s begin at the beginning.
... (read more)
On page 20 of my advance copy of 7½, I insert a line in the margin: ‘Starting to sound like Sōseki’s Kusamakura here’. I had met the author of the passage – a man named Christos Tsiolkas – at the Sydney Writers’ Festival in May, sidling up to the Clare Hotel breakfast bar at an enviably early hour each morning to enjoy fruit and festival conversation. As my pen hovers, I wonder how t ... (read more)
‘The cult of love in the West is an aspect of the cult of suffering – suffering as the supreme token of seriousness (the paradigm of the Cross).’Susan Sontag, ‘The Artist as Exemplary Sufferer’
‘Don’t be afraid to catch feels.’Calvin Harris, ‘Feels’
Back when it was all beginning, when everything was new and makeshift and oddly tentative; when the sounds of Faye W ... (read more)
希望本是无所谓有，无所谓无的。这正如地上的路；其实地上本没有路，走的人多了，也便成了路。Hope is an intangible thing. It cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is like a path. Originally, there is none - but as many people come and go, a path appears. Lu Xun, ‘My Old Home’
We both unsettled when the boats came.Briggs, ‘The C ... (read more)
During a 1995 television interview on Charlie Rose soon after the publication of Martin Amis’s The Information, another long novel, there is a moment when, as Rose begins to read the opening passage, Amis’s mouth visibly slackens. Silently he intones the first lines. His hand (often tentatively raised toward his chin in interviews) searches out his forehead. There is a spectral waver in his ga ... (read more)
Acknowledging the limits of Acknowledgments of Country, the Wiradjuri artist Jazz Money once wrote:
whitefellas try to acknowledge thingsbut they do it wrongthey say before we begin I’d like to pay my respectsnot understandingthat there isn’t a time before it beginsit has all already begun
The sentiment is salutary for an anthology like After Austr ... (read more)
‘The constant loss of breath is the legacy.’ So wrote poet Ali Cobby Eckermann in 2015 for the anthology The Intervention. The eponymous Intervention of 2007 in the Northern Territory was, in the long history of this continent, the first time that the federal government had deployed the army against its own citizenry. As I write this review, in the United States police are using tear gas, trad ... (read more)
Perhaps reflecting the long gestation period of Bem Le Hunte’s third novel, the term ‘Asian Century’ occurs early on in Elephants with Headlights. The sobriquet is certainly apt. Induction into this vaunted space does not befall a country haphazardly: its temporal aspect serves to remind us that the fate is written in centuries-old geopolitical legacies. Before there was an ‘Asia’ to epo ... (read more)